.Fir apne haath se unki baju pakadi aur halka halka dabane laga… aur unke hotho pe chothi chothi dhere dhere kiss kar raha tha saath saath… fir ap...i ungli ko unke blouse ki boundary par ferne laga.. aur jaise jaise meri ungli ghumti unki kamar bhi ussi taraf ghum jati…kafi maza aa rha tha.. fir bhabhi ke blouse ke hooks pe haath ferne laga.. aur apne muh ko waha leja kar unke hooks ko pura gheela kar diya jiise mera thuk unki skin ko bhi touch karne laga tha… fir unke hooks khole aur pyar se. Tired, she would walk the rest of the way. Looking down, her shirt was still half wet and her tits showed clearly. Her baggy jean shorts hung low on her hips, the beltline just above her pubic hair. She’d loosened her baler-twine belt so they would ride lower and protect her legs while she was toting hay.She became more alert as she neared the Woodsons. As she crossed in front of their driveway, ol’ lady Woodson yelled out. “Morning, you must be Emmitt’s oldest daughter.”Not slowing down one. Bessie, her son, and grandsons were all huge. She had a big smile and was cheerful most of the time. She was a lot like Billie Abernathy.Grandfather and I started to eat on the porch, but it was too windy and cold.Grandfather asked, "Do you have anything planned this afternoon?" I meeting with Linda Scott and going to Winston Croom's house later. I saw him this morning and he invited me over at four. He wanted me to meet his wife before I went back to school." That's not far off. I'd hoped we'd. But it did and at 2.00 pm I was knocking on the door. Joan answered, looking quite radiant, and a gleam in her eyes.“Are you the boy who requires the pussy trainer?” She said mischievously.“ Yes please, Miss Joan.” I blushed.“Ok, Rob, follow me.” And we went down the hall and into the room. The pussy trainer had been pulled into the middle of the room and had been given a good clean.“I want you naked and lying face up on the bench.”I was excited and quickly stripped, but a little embarrassed.